You had joined the bau three years after Spencer Reid, being two years younger than him. Over the last ten years you had proven yourself very worthy as a profiler. Being apart of the ever growing and shifting family.

You were incredibly smart, having BAs in philosophy, history and psychology. Growing up in California with your mother and stepfather— both whom now you seen exclusively for Christmas. Being in the fbi was always your dream.

And for the last 10 years you had been in love with Spencer Reid. His brunette messy hair, those big brown puppy dog eyes. The way he would blabber on about random facts to fill silence. His love for the colour purple and ability to remember literally everything. He was the only man you had ever loved, and you refused to accept anyone other than him.

Three years ago Spencer Reid’s girlfriend was murdered. Maeve Donovan, they had never met personally only through ten months of phone calls . She was shot by her stalker, a woman. It broke his heart, the woman he imagined himself having children with was dead. He carried the book she gave him around everyday.

And whilst you felt so empathetic towards him, loosing her… you felt guilty because deep down you were relieved. Maybe you’d have a chance, maybe he could love you the way you love him. You were smart, pretty and funny in your opinion… why wouldn’t he love you like that. But he never said anything, he didn’t even look at you like that.

He had recovered after her death, still mourning what could’ve been but knowing the future is still to come, even if it felt behind him at times.